Serves Me Wright (Wright #9) - K.A. Linde Page 0,85

it wasn’t true. He’d spun some believable tale, thinking the boys would sweep it under the rug. But the problem with lying was that, eventually, the truth always came out.

“Dad,” Weston said, his voice uncertain.

“What are you doing here?”

“I keep getting that question,” he said. “I think by now it’s obvious.”

“You lied,” Jordan snarled. “You lied about everything.”

“I didn’t.”

Julian shook his head. There was fire in his eyes. “Don’t try to deny it. We hired a PI, and now, we know the truth.”

Owen Wright paled to translucent paper. His veins were visible. His skin leeched of color. “You hired a PI?” he said, as if it were inconceivable.

“I did,” Jordan said. “And I’m fucking glad I did since you’re a lying bastard.”

“Jordan—”

“I trusted you! I put my neck out for you. I told Julian that we should give you another chance. And you spit on that.”

People were definitely watching now. We were a spectacle. Something I hated, but I wasn’t the center of it. I was standing in the spotlight as they tore into Owen Wright. Who fucking deserved it as far as I was concerned.

Wrights got to their feet. Jensen took a few steps forward, Austin and Landon at his back. As if they’d step in if necessary. Morgan’s eyes were storm clouds as she crossed her arms and stared daggers into the back of Owen’s head. This had been another chance for her, too. She’d believed Jordan when he asked for Owen to come here. That he wasn’t going to cause more trouble.

Owen was a tornado. You always thought you were fine one block over until it twisted in your direction and bowled your house down to the foundation.

“How could you look us in the eye and say that Weston wasn’t our brother?” Julian asked. His calm was lethal, the eye of the storm. “How could you lie when we came to you for the truth?”

“Julian, it wasn’t…”

“You told them I wasn’t their brother?” Weston asked.

“I…”

“Yes, and he didn’t mention that you had a twin or a sister either,” Julian added.

Owen gulped. “You know about Whitt and Harley?”

“Private investigators are thorough, it turns out,” Jordan drawled, crossing his arms.

“We could have forgiven you if you’d told the truth,” Julian said. “I wanted to believe you.”

“We both did,” Jordan said.

“But you cheated on Mom. You said you loved her, and you had a family behind her back.”

“Boys, this is…it’s all a misunderstanding,” Owen said, trying to spin the situation. But his days of spinning were over. There was no out for him here. And as he looked between his three sons, he saw no remedy to his solution. It was over. It was all over.

Jensen dropped a heavy hand onto Owen’s shoulder. Austin took up the other side.

“It’s time for you to leave,” Jensen said as calm and collected as ever. But he wasn’t a man to be fucked with. Not on a good day, and Jensen never forgave people who hurt his family.

“Jensen,” Owen said, straightening. “Surely, there’s no need for that.”

Jensen looked at him flatly. “On Morgan’s orders, you were allowed to attend this event as long as you didn’t cause trouble. To be honest, I voted against it. Said you weren’t worth it. It’s disappointing to be proven right.”

Then Zach was inside, pushing through the lot of them. He actually looked eager. It had to be boring to stand outside the door all night with nothing to do. Now, he got to throw someone out. Excellent.

Jensen handed him off to Zach, and then Owen was dragged toward the boys.

“Please, let me explain.”

“There’s nothing left to explain,” Julian said with sorrow in his voice.

“You’ve done enough damage,” Jordan growled.

Weston crossed his arms and looked away. As if he couldn’t even look at his dad. Was that because disappointment was too keen or because he hadn’t expected it from his dad? He’d obviously had questions if he’d emailed Julian and Jordan to begin with.

Suddenly, a voice cleared over a microphone at the other end of the room. Morgan stood on the stage, drawing all eyes toward her and away from the commotion at the back of the room.

“Hello, and thank you for showing up for our annual summer event. It’s a great pleasure to see all of you here and enjoying the evening. I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I’m supposed to give a speech, so here I am.”

Some people laughed softly, and just like that, Morgan had broken the tension. Everyone